tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17491423671614899472011-10-22T09:30:44.907-06:00the earth says hello.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08708338773198649766noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749142367161489947.post-75287909770385500812010-12-26T21:33:00.002-07:002010-12-26T21:41:49.783-07:00

So remember when my nacho cheese got stolen? Maybe not because I'm pretty sure that I never actually mentioned it here. In writing. Anyway.A couple of months ago I begged mom to buy me one of those huge cans of nacho cheese at Costco. You know the ones. So she finally bought me one. Anyway, AJ and I ate the cheese once on chips and then went home for the weekend. And then my roommates ate my

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Recently someone asked my mother if I have an eating disorder.Frankly, I'm flattered.Although, if I were to indulge in a disorder I would most definitely be anorexic. Bulimia ruins the enamel on your teeth. And throwing up too much can rupture your throat. On the other hand, anorexia strips all the fat from your cells and causes you to grow a slight fur to keep your body warm. And as my darling

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Sarah became a teenager. Pretty much over night. One afternoon I come home and find her taking a nap. In her room. With the lights off and the blinds drawn. During the day.Unthinkable. Absurd.But that isn't even the half of it. She hangs out in the bathroom and brushes her hair.She tried to shave her legs. And cut herself. Which is sort of a rite of passage, I think. Taking a hunk out of one's

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Let it be known that I have no qualms about sharing gum. And when I say "sharing gum" I don't mean opening a pack and giving everyone a piece (although, I have no qualms about doing this either). I mean sharing the same piece. Already chewed on.I'm also okay with chewing a piece gum that is approximately four years old.Nor does it bother me that I found said gum on the floor a car. Covered in

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Me: My name is Kimberlyn and I like to eat dirt.Kimberlyn: My name is Emily and I like to eat dirt.Sarah: My name is Sarah and I like to eat pumpkin pie.Duly noted. When Kimberlyn was a wee lass, say two or three (because now she is at the ripe old age of four), she would say "No, my name is Kimberlyn! And I don't like to eat dirt." Now she actually gets that it is a joke. Sarah, on the other

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So my chief dream has been fulfilled. I went to Bear World.It was the best thing. Seriously. I love bears. I think AJ was a little frightened with how much I love bears. Which is understandable. Or at least it would be if you had been there with me.Imagine me jumping up and down in my seat, pointing, and screaming "Bear! It's a bear! I love him!" (Um, duh, not surprising, this is Bear World)

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I made some postcards this week.I sat on the floor and made these while Tori sat at our desk and worked on her math. For seven hours. And we had the best time. So much laughter. Me at her doing her math. Her at my crazy sick behavior. And how seriously I take postcards.

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I've held a lot of old stuff this week.1. A page from a Gutenberg bible.2. A handwritten bible. Older than the Gutenberg.3. Some rocks supposedly around 3.9 billion years old.Whoa.

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The park, the park. There is, perhaps, nothing I like more than a park. Any park. Seriously.I love the swings.I love the grass.I love the people I meet at the park.I love the purple dinosaurs that reside in the best parks.I love that I recently discovered a carousel at the park down the street from my apartment. A carousel.Anyway. Tori and I frequent said park and sometimes we like to take

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Arcade Fire has a new album coming out on the third of August. The Suburbs.I have been waiting years for this. I thought my heart was going to stop. My life has reached near perfection. All that is left is Bear World. 2010 really is the year of the miracle.

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I think it is time to discuss my love for Justin Bieber. I love Justin Bieber. I love his silky little mop of hair. I love that I thought that he was thirteen for a while. (Turns out no, not thirteen. Sixteen, as of March 1st.)I love his ridiculous pop songs. Every one. Seriously. I know them all. Word for word.I love his baby face.I love that all the girls in his music videos are taller than him

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Day at the lake: A photo Essay. We are models.We are mermaids. Merman!We play chicken. We play pigs stuck in the mud. We throw sticks.And rocks.I pull off grandma glasses.I painted my toenails pink. We play frisbee.Best of all, Mike and Nial sing Barbie World on the ride home.

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NyQuil is a miracle drug. Seriously. Last night I fell asleep at ten and woke up at eight. And, get this, I didn't wake up at all during those ten blissful hours. That has never happened to me before.This is why I've decided to give NyQuil all of my love.

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We found a dog. She spent the night.She wasn't allowed inside so we nearly froze to death cuddling with her outside. Which is bound to be really good for my cold.Poor little girl, a collar but no tags. And Cami fed her nine hot dogs.

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Everyone is shushing me today.Seriously. Like three different people, three different occasions.

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Someone told me that I smell like rich people today.I'm still not really sure what that is supposed to mean to me.

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A couple unexpected things happened this week.1) I found this girl duct taped to a tree. Apparently it was her birthday. And her birthday wish was to be duct taped to something. So, um, take that as you will.2) I discovered one of Devin's mission companions in my family home evening group.Ex-companion: I went on a mission in Mexico.Me: Hey, my brother is on a mission in Mexico.Ex-c: Oh yeah? What

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Why am I so meticulously neat whist at school and so horrendously messy whist at home?Meticulous and horrendous being relative to me, of course.

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So the rodeo.It was the absolute greatest thing.Even better than last time because now I have boots.On a random to note, I think the rodeo was the first time my boots touched actual dirt.I know, I know. I am such a poser.Anyway. Bareback riding. Kind of makes my body hurt just thinking about it. There was much snap, snap, snapping of the cowboys' necks and backs.There was also much losing of

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"Make a happy cowboy face" I say."Now an angry cowboy face.""Now do sad cowboy." Note that "happy cowboy" and "angry cowboy" look nearly identical.

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It has been a year to the day since I traveled cross country to New York, New York.Which brings me to this travesty: The DKNY wall, the unofficial entrance to Soho, sold to Hollister. Gross.Anyway. Saint Patrick's day in New York was spectacular. People wearing kilts!Which I always thought was actually more of a Scottish thing than an Irish thing. Regardless, any day where I see kilt-wearing

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This week I had a momentary moment of madness.I imagined that I would like to have a pet snake. I would wear him around my neck like a scarf. I would snuggle him at night. He would fetch things for me. He would interpretive dance with me. He would be incredibly clever. I would call him King Vipera.We would be two peas in a pod. Sharing an uncommon animal-person bond. We would have the best fun,

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I need to be entertained.In other news I have recently discovered that Melissa has a Lord of the Rings box. That she decoupaged herself. As in she cut out Lord of the Rings pictures and glued them to a box. Even better? The box contains more Lord of the Rings pictures. A only Lord of the Rings pictures. Our family is sort of awesome like that. I mean, I laughed for hours about it, but I was never

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Or, more accurately, is forced to return.A couple months ago my cat Stormy (of eleven years) disappeared. We assumed that he went off alone to die. Everyone dies alone. We mourned his loss, and, with great difficulty, moved on. We still had another cat to live for. Moose needed us.Anyway. Recently my mother has been claiming to have seen Stormy wandering about. Naturally I thought this was

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I got this precious gem from my father, thanks dad.Anyway, the Brown Couch votes have been tallied. Alas and alack it appears that the general (limited) public believes that Devin will be the first to marry and therefore claim the brown couch. Whatever. Clearly, the public is flawed. Obviously, I will win. With my charm and good looks how could I not?But there is just one question that was on my

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The winner of my 100th post drawing isMiss LindsayA most lovely girl with whom I love to drink juice. Lindsay, your package will be winding its way to you very soon. And to everyone else, thank you for reading. I love you.

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Today I made a bet with Kimberlyn. She wanted hot chocolate. My mother had already told her that breakfast was over and that she wasn't going to make anything else. So I told her "I will make you a bet. If you can get mom to make you hot chocolate I will buy you a cookie when we go to Great Harvest today, if she doesn't make you hot chocolate then you have to scratch my back". I lost.Also, today

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My boots came. Early. Excitement abounds. This prima donna is ready for another rodeo.

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Today was, quite simply, awesome. And, I mean, it's not even six yet. Let's discuss the reasons: 1) I got my Barnes and Noble package today. That alone guarantees an excellent day. 2) I ate pretty much half a loaf of jalapeno cheddar bread. With cream cheese. It was delicious. I do not regret it in the slightest.3) A Down East miracle. Just for me. There's this shirt I really love at Down East.

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Clive has taken to chasing me. As a method of torture, I think, because he knows that I prefer to love him from a distance.On Saturday night I had to scramble up onto our dining room table in order to evade him. He then proceeded to circle me like a shark, leaving me with no means to escape.I cannot suppress a little scream every time he sneaks up on me.Today was absolute insanity. He was

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Literally. The heart is over Pocatello.I love Idaho. Which is common knowledge at this point, really. So this lovely piece has been my heart's desire for a long, long time. My darling sister, Melissa, who quite possibly loves Idaho as much as I do, gave it to me for my birthday. (It was ordered specially on Etsy, so it didn't actually arrive until today, blessed of all days.) This an unimaginable

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The power went out last night. And it was dark. The kind of dark where you cannot see a thing. Not your hand right in front of your face. That had never actually happened to me before. This kind of darkness. It was sort of spectacular.Until I decided to brush my teeth before I went to bed. As soon as I walked into my bathroom with my dim little flashlight in hand and glanced into the mirror I

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The Brown Couch is magical. It makes sick people well. Sitting on it is a dream. The Brown Couch is a miracle. Everyone wants it.My mother inherited the Brown Couch when she wed my Father. Or at sometime after. Point being that if she had not married it would not belong to her.Thus, it has become a competition between my siblings and me. The first of us to marry inherits the Brown Couch.This is

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Devin informed me today (via e-mail) that he plans to claim the Brown Couch upon his return from Mexico. He says that he has spent the last two years honing his social skills and suppressing his wanting. He will suppress no longer. He believes that this will ensure him the Brown Couch.He is mistaken.I will triumph over him. I will be named conqueror. I will sit upon the throne that is the Brown

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I made postcards.

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I accidentally washed my "dry clean only" skirt today. It seems okay. So I guess that means I win.Robb should be super proud of me, I have been doing my laundry on such a regular basis.

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"I have already loved you once today." -Melissa

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Sometimes I get rather bored and do things like take pictures of myself pretending to be pregnant. Well, technically I didn't take these. Meagan did. So this is probably only humorous to us. And just weird to everyone else.Rest assured, I am not pregnant. Nor do I ever plan to be.Oddly, I have been having dreams about babies. Not me having babies, but finding babies and then having to take care

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My favorite boy Matty came for a petite visit this weekend. We had an absolutely marvelous time. Or at least I did.How Matty and I became besties is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but there are a million reasons that we have stayed friends. Those reasons include, but are not limited to, the following:-He always smells really good-He loves to shop and buys things like "Avatar" tee shirts.-He

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In August I went to a rodeo. I went to a rodeo and fell in love. And I wanted boots something awful. Cowgirl boots. For my birthday my parents got me boots. Well actually they told me that I could look for the perfect boot and when I found it they would buy it. I have found it. Black, simple, not too tall, not too short. Perfect. Let the good times roll, let the good times roll.

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I took this picture in March. Yesterday. 2009 was surreal. A roller coaster. In a good way. A beautiful way. Welcome new year, always glad you came.

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Today Meagan gifted me with this poster. And I found this hilarious quote from the drummer, Nathan:"When we signed the deal with RCA, it was just me and Caleb. The label told us they were going to put a band together, but we said, 'We're going to buy our little brother a bass, he's a freshman in high school. Caleb will teach himself the guitar. Our cousin Matthew played guitar when he was 10 and

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I got an electric blanket for Christmas. It is an absolute dream. I can't fathom how I slept without it. My life is basically complete. You know, except for Bear World and such.Also, Traci gave me these headbands. I love them so much that it hurts. And I know that love is for people and not for things, but that is very difficult to remember when I look at these.Kimberlyn gave me a ballerina

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A conversation that I had on August the twentieth. A Thursday. Driving back to Pocatello after Iron and Wine, as it were:Matty: I made you a pillowcase.Me: You made me a pillowcase?Matty: Yes.Me: Why?Matty: Because that is what you do when people go away.Me: But I haven't gone anywhere. You are the one who left.Matty: Exactly. I'm surprised that you haven't made me one.Me: You want me to make you

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"I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness." John 8:12

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Sometimes Sarah likes to pretend to be asleep. So today when Melissa and I pick her up from school she gets in the car and we go through the routine a couple times.Me: Sarah, are you sleeping?Sarah: Giggle, yes...giggle, giggle...Me: Are you faking?Sarah: No...giggle...Me: Yes you are.Sarah: No, you are.Until she really does fall asleep.Me: Are you sleeping?...No answerMe: (after poking her) Are

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I'm going home today. At last. Melissa told me that I come home so much it's like I never left. But believe me, I left. And now I am coming back. Just like the plague.Where I will sleep in my bed.Where I will work at Down East.Where I will walk Clive everyday.Where I will go to "Smith's" every chance I get.Where I will get eaten by this couch.Where I will do all of my favorite things, and be with

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I have all these tiny cuts all over my hands. And I haven't the faintest idea as to where or what they came from.

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Candy canes carry very positive associations for me. So positive that I did a mini photo shoot with a candy cane and myself. I call this one "coy candy cane". Alliteration rules the world. That and boredom. Obviously.Also, I very nearly tripped on a blind guy's cane this afternoon. He was tapping about and I just barely escaped with the help of some fancy footwork.

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Postcards are a dying art form.Which is quite a tragedy, really. They are so beautiful. And getting mail is beautiful. My sister, Melissa, taught me to love all things postal. Especially postcards.So recently I have been making my own postcards. Here are a few of my latest batch. Each carefully crafted with a specific person in mind.Last week I received the loveliest of surprises from my dear

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I played Parcheesi for the first time last night. I was the tigers.And I got doubled pounced by Tanner. Two of my tigers sent crying home in on fell swoop.Also I had a hard time remembering the rolling doubles rules. But Robbie and Tanner were kind enough to remind me. After I had already moved my tigers.Oh, and the little green guys are yaks. Not wildebeests. Because wildebeests do not live in

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There is ice on the inside of my window.

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Literally. There is so much ice. I am afraid.So there is this random armchair that moves around campus. This week I managed to convince darling Debra that she should sit in it. And I would take pictures to document. So here she is, giving her best "come hither to my armchair" look.Also, I just made myself pancakes. And they were absolutely supreme. The pancakes of dreams. On that note, I had a

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This is possibly the most humorous thing I have ever seen. I mean come on, "But he sparkles, and I'm so hairy"? Classic. And I don't even really like Twilight. Or Taylor Swift. Speaking of which, this is so fitting considering that Taylor Lautner is dating Taylor Swift. No one knows celebrity gossip like I do.

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So apparently I was supposed to put the turkey in the refrigerator a couple of days ago. Which seems simple enough. Except for the part where I put it in the freezer. It appears that turkey must defrost.I have quite possibly ruined Thanksgiving.

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I'm bad at games.In my high school French class we would play "around the world" with French vocabulary. Whenever I knew the word I would of course have to gasp. By the time I had finished gasping the other person would usually have said the word.Last night at family home evening we played "spaz". The person to get rid of all their cards first wins. I had most of the deck for most of the game.

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I hit myself on the head with the ironing board this morning. Hard. As in I have a headache and there will probably be a bruise. It was nearly as bad as the time I pulled the iron down on top of myself.Apparently my obsessive compulsive ironing is getting the better of me.But neither of these occasions were as bad as the time I jabbed myself in the eye with the fire extinguisher.

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In which I meet Harris and am exposed for the first time to the vagaries of inflation.In which I become a farmer and meet Vivian.Wherein Harris introduces me to work and I meet Ernie.In which war is declared and honor established.Where I meet Buzzer and learn the value and safety of teamwork.Wherein I learn some more physics, involving parabolic trajectories, and see the worth of literature.In

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This weekend my bestie Traci came for a little visit. It was absolutely splendid. We got a cupcake, talked about celebrity gossip, and bought wax fangs. Which I often remember having as a younger child. They are actually sort of disgusting, but a classic nonetheless.Also, we saw a squirrel. So of course I took pictures of her. I love squirrels. Regular squirrels, ground squirrels, and flying

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I need to stop making weird faces at people. Seriously, it's becoming a problem.

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Clive likes to think that because he matches the brown couch the brown couch belongs to him. This thought of his is incorrect. The brown couch must be won. My eyes are on the prize. Mere matching will do nothing to secure brown couch ownership. Sip on that, Clive. Also, it appears that Clive is weighing in at over one hundred pounds. Giving explanation as to why I like to refer to him as "Clive

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Traci and I have been wanting to make fried candy bars ever since fair season. So we finally did on Halloween. They actually turned out quite splendidly, despite all the doubting voices surrounding us.Also, I carved a pumpkin. My family likes me enough to save me a pumpkin. In spite of all the subtle hints. And dressed up as a luchador. Devin sent each of us a mask last year. They're pretty

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"The game will be over, your Queen'll be dead. Once the Queen is dead the King is useless.... What's that about?... I don't know. maybe he's too depressed to fight. He really loved her, you know."Melissa and I have been searching for the origin of this quote for months upon months. It has constantly been in the back of my mind, lurking, never giving me a moments peace.I have re-read countless

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I just googled my brother's name and the first thing to pop up was a link to a poem he wrote years ago called "Ode to Oatmeal". Which is hilarious. I miss that kid.

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My life in six words.Things end badly, make good stories.Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.

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Last night I got a telephone call from my puppy dog, Clive. Somehow Meagan's phone was in the backyard and he picked it up. And called me. We got bonds, baby, just try to break them.

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Clive and I, we are are creatures of habit.Yes, Clivers (Not to be confused with "cleavers" though that may be more accurate considering the state of my hands after he is done walking me.) and I still go for a walk every morning that I am home. Even when it snows. I like when things are consistent.

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Sometimes I look back at the pictures I have taken and feel a little sad that there is no evidence of me in most of them. It's like I never existed.But I guess sometimes that is the price you have to pay to have memories of everyone else. Having none of yourself.

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Sometimes it is the small things that make my life. Like how my mom bought me Tillamook cheese, the Cadillac of cheeses, my favorite cheese. Or how Rachel brought me a cupcake. Snicker doodle, no less. I've just realized that I have been using food as an example a lot recently. Like the whole crumble cake and stuffing thing. I really do like other things. Besides food, I mean. Like stickers, I

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So yesterday this guy comes up to me as I am walking to class and starts talking to me in French. I had never seen him before. So we have a small conversation en Francais and he leaves. And I am left completely baffled as to how he knew that I know a little (un peu) French. A few minutes later I realize that I still have my textbook from my previous class in my hands. French, as it were. Mais

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I still eat chips and salsa for every meal. Nothing to report other than that, really.

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Today I said good-bye to my dog. Clive, the dog that I used to ''walk''. Every day. The dog that I say that I hate but really secretly love. And then I said good-bye to Moose, and the chill chills, and Meagan, and my blue eyed baby, my darling parents, and everyone else that I openly love. And then I left.But I'll come back. Just like the plague.

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I feel like my world is crumbling. Yesterday was my last day at Down East, Melissa is in Washington D.C., and my room is (relatively) clean. And, as if to confirm the crumbling, yesterday I dropped my cup with the dancing cows that say ''Hell-o'' on it. Shattered, or at least broken into multiple pieces.No matter, crumbling can be good, as in the case of crumble cake. Or stuffing. Stuffing

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My pile of Vogue was becoming quite large. So I decided it was time to recycle. Mostly because I have wounded myself on them many times in recent months.So I cut out my favorite parts and bid my pile au revoir. And then I made collages. Which is a Roberts' family favorite. We all just love to cut and glue and make collages. In fact, making a collage is the only remotely crafty thing that I can

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That raccoon did damage. It did seem like a rather large raccoon, but as I don't spend a great amount of time in the company of raccoons I really couldn't say for sure.

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So I went to Lagoon last week with Amy, Judson, Matty, Traci, and Robbie. Thank you Amy! I think we had a lovely day for the most part. It was quite hot, but still enjoyable. Apparently Traci's favorite "ride" is the ski lift. I mean, is that even a ride?Oh, and I got to feel Matty's lump again. We discussed the possiblity of a scar. I'm a bit jealous, actually.Judson was very serious about the

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I love Idaho. Probably more than it makes sense to love a state. But eastern Idaho does have its flaws. Or flaw, actually. No theaters (or theatre) in Pocatello or the surrounding area were (are) playing "(500) Days of Summer". However, there was a light and the end of the tunnel for Melissa and me. We put our little, but genius, heads together and decided to see it in Salt Lake in addition to

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So I went to a rodeo last week. My first ever. It was pretty great. Actually, it was more than great, it made my life. Rodeos are the best fun. I now appreciate the significance of eight seconds. I just wanted to take the little cowboys home with me. They were completely adorable in their miniature boots, wranglers, plaid shirts, and cowboy hats. The regular cowboys were lovely, as well. Oh, and

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A few things.First, a little story. It turns out that I really am completely insane, not just mostly. Last week the singles ward had a camp-out. Traci, Robbie, and I went up for the evening festivities, having no intention of staying the night but feeling the need to make an appearance. The three of us went on a nature walk, which was lovely, up until the end. We came upon a ground squirrel, a

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Sometimes my family likes to plan for what we will do when the EMP (electromagnetic pulse) strikes. And when I say "what will we do" I mean "How will we entertain ourselves?". As always, entertainment remains chief. Eyes on the prize. While everyone else is in a total panic we will be having a jolly old time playing charades and showing off phenomenal shadow puppets. Even better, the ultimate EMP

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According to an "Instyle" interview with Josh Duhamel, Fergie loves badmitton.Who knew that Stacy Ann Ferguson and I had so much in common? In other news I have had "I Gotta Feeling" in my head for nearly two weeks. Thank you Matty. And thank you for this picture. There is no end to the amusement it provides for me.

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So I let Robbie dye my hair this week. Admittedly, it was partly my idea, as well. I just love red hair. The results are somewhat shocking. This is slightly embarrassing considering my rant on perfection not three days ago.Now that the initial shock of it all has passed I am almost beginning to like it. Despite the certain science fiction quality it has about it. Melissa told me that it reminds

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I have purchased two pairs of faux spectacles this week. The first because Traci and I were mourning our lost childhoods, you see, we never had glasses. I never even had braces. My best friend had both, glasses and braces. Imagine how it felt to go to the optometrist and hear him say "You have perfect vision" or the orthodontist (In truth, I never actually went to orthodontist, apparently only

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Last night Traci, Robbie, Melissa, and I created these "poems" while eating Matty's abandoned "Orange Scream" ice cream.Rambunctious ObsequiousBombasticBenevolentExquisiteMarvelousIntelligentLovelyYouthfulMagnificentExcellentLovableIntricateSensationalSalaciousApple of my eyeTenaciousRadiantAwesomeCompetentIntellectualThey looked loads better on paper because Traci's handwriting is amazing but

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A difficult question, I must say. I mean, it's not a party without pickles. Plus pickles are crunchy and delicious. On the other hand, bubblegum is a delight, as well. I often enjoy chewing multiple pieces of "Super Bubble" bubblegum at a time.(seven pieces of "Super Bubble" to be exact) Not that any of this has anything to do with anything. Moving right along. My bestie Matty is here for the

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I love America. I love Idaho. So much. Here is a little of both. Please enjoy. Or hate. You are free to do either or anything in between. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

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Yesterday I spent twelve delightful hours in the company of Traci and Robb. (Robb playing mud volleyball, this is where Traci and I get bored and act rashly) Driving around with Traci and Robb can be so entertaining. Like the time Traci ran over a huge branch in Robb's car. Or the time where Traci and I played grand theft auto and stole Robb's car to take to "Smith's" and as we were driving to "

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Have we discussed my absolute and undying love for "Kings of Leon"? Favorite of all bands second only to "Arcade Fire"? And even then, only on some days? It began with ''Because of the Times'', their third album, as it were. The first song I ever heard was ''Knocked Up''. Yes, the very song that features such lyrical gems as "always mad and usually drunk, but I love her like no other". And then

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Today I took Clive for a walk. Actually it would be more correct to say that he took me for a walk. Oh, but he loves to walk, he loves to walk so much that when he sees his leash he goes berserk with excitement. One would almost think that he is a rabid beast who is trying to eat your face off, but no, he is just excited. Insanely excited. When "walking" Clive does this thing where he tries to

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So today is Matty and Robb's birthday.Robb at Deleta, plus some random boy in the back roundMatty at the senior all night party.So this morning I texted Robb to wish him a happy birthday and we had this lovely conversation: Me- So, Robb, rumor has it that today is your birthday...Robb- That is an awful rumor. Who would make up such a thing?Me- Well, if you insist on knowing...your brother. You

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This summer I am going to try all of the snow cone flavors at the snow cone shack. Because I adore snow cones with every fiber of my being. I really do.Apple (green) Apple had a sort of honey-ish flavor, not very apple-ly but fairly enjoyable none the less.Banana-berry I actually tried this one with cream...not a favorite. I think it would have been alright without the cream, though. I shall

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So the other day I asked Melissa what she was doing, she replied with "adult things".Turns out she was looking at "New Moon" pictures.

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Sometimes my family likes to roast marshmallows and quote "The Sandlot". We also like to fling flaming marshmallows at mom (we being the royal we, meaning I), just kidding, that was last time. Roastings. Melissa, mostly known as Loupe.Please note my camping/rodeo shirt. I thought that I had lost it, naturally I was crushed.Loupe likes to burn her marshmallows to a crisp and then drop them on

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you wanna ride in my baby carriage?

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So, last Saturday I went on our stake senior trip, it was a laugh and a half, or, as Robb would say, all that and a bag of chips. Mostly because Robb and Matty are pretty much favorites. Besides them being favorites, I had some favorite moments as well, they are as follows:- The secret breakfast, not to be confused with the secret garden.- Paying Matty a dollar to eat my eggs...and hash browns...

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So today I got put in the naughty chair. In my government class. During our mock congress. Apparently I was out of order. These things seem to happen to me quite a bit, I mean, more than your average person.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08708338773198649766noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749142367161489947.post-25974002840503322172009-04-17T21:06:00.005-06:002009-04-17T21:15:46.584-06:00

I am excited for "Where the Wild Things Are"I can just tell that this childhood classic is going to be amazing. (I'll eat you up, I love you so)Please watch the trailer. It is so beautiful.

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So when Melissa comes home she likes for us to clean our room. I like this ritual somewhat less. This time is no different. So, I have cleaned a bit. And I finally said good-bye to my favorite shoes. Shoes, you have served me well. I miss you already.Also, Indrid came for a visit. To prophesy, no doubt, of our upcoming deaths in the landslide of my clothing items. I'll miss you.

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So my Easter weekend was pretty great. I colored eggs, I hunted eggs, I ate cake. Weekend pronounced success. I also pronounce myself chief egg dyer. I am thinking of doing it professionally.

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New York was a riotous good time. To illustrate the the fact I provide you with some "snapshots" for your viewing pleasure. Please proceed.Traci, my most beloved travel companion. Or anything that requires companions, at that. (this was the first picture on my camera and she refused to look at me. For pictures actually displaying her face please continue.)The airport dance. Created and danced by

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